#campiplier

[ephiesoul]

What’s Campiplier from?

He is from In Space with Markiplier, he appears in different routes you can take. I’ve heard him referred to as Camp Markiplier, Campiplier, Camplier, Camp Counselor Mark or Camp Mark.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Camp Mark, scolding Murdock: Now I’m confiscating that pocket knife!

Murdock: *stares at him before stabbing the knife into the palm of his hand*

Camp Mark: ......

*cuts to Camp Mark crying hysterically while Captain bandages his hand*

[cosmicalsleepy]

ISWM: NEW “EGOS” HEADCANON DESIGNS BC I CAN!! Part one out of idk how many i’ll do.

(they’ll be out of order i’m sure)

[ephiesoul]

Chibi Camp Counselor Mark 🌟

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

(Captain Anon) Camp Councilor! Mark working with Camp Councilor! Captain to come up with fun activities to do at camp (Captain dressing as a cryptid at night while Mark tells scary stories) Plus I wanna know what their councilor nicknames are

"The campers are getting bored, Cap. We can’t have that! We need to come up with something!”

As Mark’s boots thumped loudly across the wooden floors of the cabin, you were just sitting at your desk, sighing. In fact, you were here trying to come up with new activities but he was being incredibly distracting right now.

“I might be able to think better if you stopped that.” You grumbled quietly, flipping through the pages.

“Oh! My bad, sorry.” Taking a seat in the opposite chair, he leaned forward, elbows propped up on the desk as he decided to stare at you instead with a light smile.

Yep, still very distracting. But at least it was quieter. So you went back to checking your activity book, trying to ignore those doe-brown eyes of his.

Damn. He was lucky he was cute or you’d kick him right out.

Then you finally found an idea neither of you have tried yet.

“Oooh, how about...telling a scary story while one of us dresses up as the monster and scares the campers? I think I have an old costume somewhere in the basement.” You glanced up at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Sounds great! I wanna tell the story, though.”

“..but you always do.”

Mark just pouted, and you knew that he knew that’s your one weakness. Yet it worked every single time whenever he didn’t get his way. So you gave in, closing up the book. “Fine. I’ll be the scary monster. Just mark it in the schedule for...9:30 PM and let the campers know.”

“Gotcha, Cap!” He saluted.

“..you know you can call me [y/n].” You chuckled. “It’s just us here.”

“Awh, but I like calling you Cap. I don’t mind if you call me Buddy!”

“..I think I’ll just stick with “Mark”. Imma go get the costume ready.”

..........

At exactly 9:30 PM sharp, the members of Camp Invincible II were already gathered around the fire. As they got their marshmallows toasted, some of them wondered why their counselors chose a spot so close to the dark woods. 

They were already imagining creepy things out there, with a few not even knowing what could possibly be out there watching them right now.

Honestly? The unknown probably terrified them the most.

But soon their fears were quelled when Mark showed up with a flashlight. Though oddly enough you weren’t with him like you usually were.

“On the dot as always. Good job, campers!” He chuckled as he sat down. “Counselor Cap will join us shortly. But while we wait for them..I wanna tell you all a story..” His tone turned sinister, flicking the flashlight on as the campers huddled together, eager to hear this tale.

And he told them about a cryptid--the mothman, to be more specific--that lurked within the trees of this very forest. As if on cue, some of them tensed as the surrounding trees rustled, with one anxiously muttering about seeing two red lights in the darkness, and another saying it’s just their imagination.

Mark grinned evilly, continuing his story until he finished it with a shout.

“And soon, very soon..it will descend upon all of us, and we shall become its PREY!!”

Immediately after he turned off the light, you jumped out of a bush behind him, in your mothman costume with ragged black wings and red LED lights in the large bug eyes. You didn’t make a sound but your appearance jolted most of the campers, who either yelped or clung to the person next to them in fright.

Though as you unmasked yourself, they realized it was you and laughed, applauding your performance and Mark’s storytelling.

You just grinned and took a bow, joining the circle as you high-fived your fellow counselor. 

This was the best idea ever.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Moment of Lucidity

[cosmicalsleepy]

CW: Gun, knife with blood, depressing lyrics + aura, questioning ones sanity.

Watamote lyrics rlly fit ISWM, especially for Engineer Mark's sanity.

[cosmicalsleepy]

At Camp Markiplier, Daniel's behavior is not encouraged. The negative talk to our scouts, rangers, and fellow campers is not tolerated here!

Fun fact: This was made while listening to the german version of "I'm a Gummy Bear".